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letra de um str8 - bando wavey

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trap wave 2

no thanks i’m straight
i can’t trip about a b-tch
i’ma po that lean straight
i taste codeine up in my sh-t
x2

and don’t worry bout what i’m bout to do, yea
i’m just making my moves, yea
don’t worry bout me
don’t worry bout you
don’t worry bout me you’ll lose
don’t worry bout me you’ll lose

i’m just making my moves, yea
don’t worry bout what i’m bout to do
don’t worry bout what i’m bout to do
don’t worry bout me you’ll lose
f-ck a b-tch and i can’t lose
making money everyday i can’t lose
don’t worry bout me you’ll lose

yea
don’t worry bout me
better worry bout yourself
stop hating on me
upgrade with yourself

yea
no way no where

[verse 1: bando wavey]
i had to trap and
came back w the rollie
don’t know if she love me
but that’s what she told me
i don’t know bout these n-ggas
but act like you owe me
don’t know bout these n-ggas
but act like you owe me
don’t know if she freaky
that b-tch better show me
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas
cuz they all below me
i never give it up
b-tch i’m like kobe
i never give it up
b-tch i’m like kobe

purple and yellow drank
mixing up kobe

n-ggas hate everywhere my momma told me
b-tches be everywhere like they the coldest
i let you’s decides if you get promoted

no thanks i’m straight
i can’t trip about a b-tch
i’ma po that lean straight
i taste codeine up in my sh-t

yea don’t worry bout what i’m bout to do
i’m just making my moves
don’t worry bout me
don’t worry bout you
don’t worry bout me you’ll lose
don’t worry bout me you’ll lose

i’m just making my moves
don’t worry bout what i’m bout to do
don’t worry bout what i’m bout to do
don’t worry bout me you’ll lose
f-ck a b-tch and i can’t lose
make money everyday i can’t lose
don’t worry bout me you’ll lose

[verse 2: outlaw]
i pull up your b-tch
she gonna know me
keep 4 5 that b-tch my lil whoodie
i hop out and i’m fully loaded
and these (???) chips (?) by the lotus

i been up the past fews days
getting money every d-mn way
homie threw me on another plate
cut the sack
wavey booshie

most of these rappers be bustas
i’m pulling up and i bust em
i’m out the window, i’m duffin
just call my phone if it’s something

my name is outlaw
but they call me flaco
you plural (?) with my nachos
i’m cracking your taco
we loading em up
and i throw on them gloves
i’m coming to ya
purple dipping that bronco (?)

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